My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 272 - 192: Encountered a Deity_3

Chapter 272: Chapter 192: Encountered a Deity_3

"Three entries."

"How much is the prize for one entry?"

"1... 12 million."

The next moment, Ah Xing finally realized what had happened and his face showed wild joy.

"Brother Biao! 36 million! We won 36 million!

Ha ha ha! We’re rich! We’re rich!"

Cheng Biao felt like he was dreaming, as if none of it were real.

Just a second ago, they were two bums who couldn’t even afford a meal and were planning to mooch off others, and the next second, 36 million just inexplicably fell from the sky onto their heads...

"Incredible! Xiao Meng is incredible! Ha ha ha! My bad luck is gone! It’s gone!" Ah Xing held the lottery ticket, dancing and gesticulating with excitement.

After being reminded by him, Brother Biao suddenly came to his senses.

That’s right! The lottery numbers were given to them by Brother Meng...

He casually wrote a string of numbers with his eyes closed, and damn, they actually won!

Is it possible that there are really people in this world who can see through the fate of others?

As for Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng, those people could at most give you a vague fortune or an ambiguous answer.

But this guy, he outright gave the winning numbers!

Dozens of numbers, not a single one was wrong!

This isn’t scientific!

But the fact was right before his eyes, how could he explain it?

Now that he thought about it, something Meng Lang had casually said saved his life.

Just by looking at him a few times, Meng knew that he had been ruined by a spendthrift wife.

He even accurately calculated that the First-class Residence clashed with him, and that disaster would strike as soon as he entered...

Initially, he thought all these were just coincidences, but now it seemed...

It was as if he had encountered an immortal!

"Ha ha! With this money, the retirement fund for my master is settled! I’ll definitely buy him a coffin board made of golden Phoebe nanmu!

Right, Brother Biao, we have money now, so we can gather our old brothers back together, and we never have to be afraid of Hu Dazhi, that son of a bitch, ever again, ha ha!"

Brother Biao was stunned for a moment, looking at the beaming Ah Xing, his heart was filled with emotion, but he still put on a stern face.

"You’ve got it wrong, it’s not that we have money now, it’s you who have money now! It’s your prize that won!"

"Who are we to each other, my money is your money, Brother Biao! If it weren’t for you, Brother Biao, I’d have starved to death on the streets long ago."

Ah Xing said with a carefree tone.

"You..." Brother Biao was deeply moved.

He felt that the most worthwhile thing he had done in his life was to have made such a brother!

"Oh right! Actually, not all of this money is ours, half of it belongs to Xiao Meng. I promised we’d go halves if we won."

Cheng Biao paused, then expressed his sentiments with a sigh.

"That’s 18 million you know, can you really bear to part with it? Honestly, if we just disappeared, the other party wouldn’t be able to do anything about it."

"How could that be right? A man’s promise is worth a thousand gold coins, without Xiao Meng, my own situation would still be bleak!

I heard Xiao Meng say that it was only by borrowing his gambling luck that I could break my own bad fortune.

Doing so would be biting the hand that feeds you, wouldn’t it?

If he wants it, I have no objection to giving him all the money!"

Brother Biao looked at Ah Xing’s resolute face and couldn’t help but punch him while laughing.

"Ha ha! That’s my Brother Biao’s bro, always doing things wholeheartedly!"

"Tomorrow, let’s go find Elder Meng... oh no! Let’s go give the money to Master Meng!"

After the excitement, Ah Xing suddenly remembered something and blurted out.

"Right, Brother Biao, since Meng Lang’s calculations are so accurate, didn’t he also calculate something for you?"

Brother Biao was taken aback, and then he remembered the words that Meng Lang had said to him...

[The more you can’t let go of something, the easier it is to lose it; the more you want to hold on to it, the faster it disappears.

Life is always chasing after endless desires, becoming anxious about gains and losses.

Only by letting go of obsessions can the wealth you’ve lost come back to you.]

So that fishing rod... should I look for it, or not?

Cheng Biao’s face showed his inner conflict...